"What are you babbling about?" Thousand Faces had not understood a word.
The servant plucked up his courage again. "Bodhisattva, please stop pretending. Word has already spread outside. Now all of us are hoping... hoping... hoping you'll reward your own people first. You must pacify the interior before repelling outside threats."
Thousand Faces grew even more bewildered.
What the fuck was this about pacifying the interior before repelling outside threats? It sounded like something an idiot would say.
Had this been the Demon Cult, Thousand Faces would already have considered beating this riddle-speaking servant to death.
But this was the Shen Clan, after all. He held back and summoned another servant.
"What's been spreading outside?"
"The news that you're the Bodhisattva."
"The Bodhisattva? What Bodhisattva?"
Given a little more time, Thousand Faces would have figured it out.
But he had only just finished refining his power and had not fully adapted to his new super strength, so his super intelligence had yet to kick in. Just then, the second servant dropped to his knees with a thud and made his own request. "Bodhisattva, this lowly servant would like a turn too." The power of example was boundless.
Thud. Thud.
Like dumplings dropping into a pot, at least half the Shen Clan's servants came running out of the corners and knelt before the Bodhisattva.
"Bodhisattva, we want to enjoy your care too."
"Bodhisattva, we're all utterly loyal to you."
"In life, we belong to the Bodhisattva; in death, we'll be the Bodhisattva's ghosts. We know nothing of any Shen Clan. We know only the Bodhisattva."
Looking at these servants, all wearing expressions of men ready to face death, Thousand Faces inexplicably felt a little fired up.
If this had been a rally before battle, the scene would have fit perfectly.
If